The Lady Nun Vows Revenge novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43

Ever since Sophie heard that Dylan had broken into Saint Grace Nunnery and injured Eliza, she had been in an exceptionally good mood. But what happened next exceeded even her expectations.

The king ordered Dylan to receive eighty lashes for Eliza’s sake and demanded that the Stonor family secure Eliza’s forgiveness before Dylan could

be released.

The moment Sophie heard the news, she instinctively snapped, “On what grounds?”

It was ridiculous. She could not believe that the king was actually willing to offend the entire Duke’s estate over a nun.

“What right does Eliza have to be under the king’s protection! Sophie fumed inwardly. ‘She’s not even part of the Duke’s estate anymore—just a lowly nun. What makes her so special?

Unaware of the full picture, Sophie assumed it was only the king backing Eliza. She had no idea there was someone else with the power to sway half

the court in Eliza’s favor.

When a servant informed her that Gabriel wanted to see her in his study, she immediately guessed the reason–they were going to question her about what had happened that day.

If that was the case, then fine. She’d make sure to expose what Eliza had done at Saint Grace Nunnery.

Once the family found

what kind of woman Eliza really was, Sophie was certain none of

of them would take her

– side

Hiding her satisfaction, Sophic smirked before telling the servant, “Got it Tell Father I’ll change and be there shortly,”

Back in her room, she deliberately chose a plain outfit.

Ever since she saw Eliza wearing simple clothes at the coming of age ceremony, that pure, dignified image had been haunting her. “If Eliza can pull off that look, so can I she thought.

Determined to prove it, Sophie had recently ordered an entire collection of understated clothing. She planned to dress like Eliza–except even more refined, more graceful, more dazzling.

Unfortunately, she never understood that some things simply didn’t suis her. No matter how she dressed, it always felt off.

But believing she looked perfect, Sophie adjusted her sleeves and walked toward the study in high spirits.

*Father, Benedict. I’m here,” she called out sweetly as she stepped inside.

Gabriel and Benedict both turned to look at her. They seemed to notice the change in her clothing Gabriel remained expressionless, but Benedict frowned slightly.

Still, there were more important matter at hand.

Benedict wasted no time. Sophie, do you know why Dylan suddenly went to Saint Grace Nunnery looking for Eliza a few days ago?”

Just as expected. Sophie kept her face composed.

“So that’s why you called me here,” she murmured before letting out a quiet sigh, lowering her gaze. “It’s all my fault, really”

Benedict frowned. “What do o you mean? How does Dylan attacking Eliza have anything to do with you?”

Sophie’s eyes turned misty as she bit her lip. “Benedict, you don’t understand. Dylan only went to find Eliza because he wanted to stand up for me”

She blinked rapidly, her voice trembling just enough to sound convincing. “That day, I wanted to try one last time to persuade Eliza to come home. But as you know, Saint Grace Nunnery doesn’t let people in easily anymore. I [ud to find another way”

“What way?” Benedict had a sinking feeling–this was turning out to be more complicated than he thought

But even so he wasn’t prepared for what Sophie would say next. Her words shocked both him and their father, momentarily breaking their usual

Saint Grace Nunnery.

Book a deep breath. “I heard there’s another monastery on the slopes of Mount Westin, with a hidden path

path leading to Saint Gr tur day. I went up the back way. But when I reached a small stream, I ran into Fliza”

Benedict frow

owned. “What

the doing there?” He hadn’t yet grasped the weight of the situation.

The sound of shattering porcelain echoed through the study as Gabriel’s coffee cup slipped from his grasp and hit t

Sophie’s eyes welled up. “Father, Benedics, I know it’s hard to believe–I didn’t want to believe it either! But I saw it wi realized I was there, I tried to talk to her, to convince her not to do something so reckless, but she—”

Silence filled the room. Gabriel’s expression was unreadable, but the sharp tension in his jaw spoke volumes.

Benedict, on the other hand, struggled to accept it. He knew Eliza had changed–she was rebellious now, distant, and defiant. But this was something else entirely. Threatening Sophie! He couldn’t believe it

Gabriel inhales deeply, his voice cold and clipped. “You may go.”